(On Monday, Randy offered to give the other students in my American Lit class an introduction to fly fishing one Saturday. A bunch of them said they were interested. Watching this unfold, I was so touched, I said both to myself and to the student whose quiz I was returning, "Best job in the world, right?"--because my goodness, what a gift to get to see things like this happen.)
(I could write a lot about Randy and what a joy it's been to have him in class so many times--and how he reminds me of my dad.)
Anyway, this morning Randy and I talked about fishing for just a minute or so. I told him how Ryan loved fishing and how watching him tie flies was like watching an artist at work.
Always grateful for chances to talk about Ryan in happy ways, especially to people who I think he would have liked a lot--people like Randy.
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